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ja rule - things gon' change / 2 punk ass quarters [skit] كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: ja rule]
first off f-ck the snitch and the unit he claim
f-ck dre partial, and eminem
plus the world heard it before, they tired of them
and they waiting for that thug sh-t from rule’ again
and proof can bomb proof your hummer then
put a vest on yourself and your child-ren
teach ya to be scared of death of them muderin’
n-gg-z that like to put holes through chins’
in case y’all don’t know about my savages
they’ll kidnap you kid’s, throw em over a bridge
got em’reminiscing to n-o-t-o-r-i-o-u-s
you just lay down slow
i blaze out in the six while letting the fifth go
i think “big” as if i was wanted on death row
we tha world famous, murder inc we infamious
fo’ making bangers, and bangin’ hammers, sh-t

[chorus – ja rule and black child]
[ja] change gon’ come
[black] i ain’t gonna lie when the heat wave high everbody gotta die
[ja] change gon’ come
[black] you better believe it, we stoppin’ n-gg-z from breathin, poppin n-gg-z then leavin’
[ja] change gon’ come
[black] one way or another, we gangsta’s from the gutta, we’ll shoot ya then cut cha’
[ja] change gon’ come
[black] ja, you ain’t never lie when the heat wave high everybody gotta die

[verse 2: black child]
as i sit back relax, cuttin’ crack loadin’ gats
i think about these s-xy rappers that i wanna clap
i’ll probably go to jail fo’ sending “50” to h-ll
if i lay banks down yayo going tell
fatal’ will help him write his raps in brown
black child is black now, rule is crack sells
“ig” n-gg- the boss of all bosses
making money off music, murder, and torture
who got what it cost for a coffin
n-gg- you a dead man walking, this is extortion
we organized crime everybody’s crying
while all of ya’ll dying when the ian’s stary flyin’
down the public, wanna polly about peace
well f-ck peace cause this n-gg- half police
and black child is half man half beast
and i’m a give all ya’ll n-gg-z a half a clip a piece

[chorus]

[verse 3: young merc]
it’s time to address the public
n-gg-z is frontin like when we see them we ain’t dumpin’
shot’s tryin lay something down, homie it’s nothin’
when you dealin’ with real gangstas
that a pop and erase ya, my dog’s ain’t playin man
whenever we see you we leaving you there
and ain’t no aftermath after these shot’s flare
n-gg- we get it poppin’ bang like crip’s and blood’s
and ain’t sh-t change
i still keep a bandana and pack gun’s n-gg-

[verse 4: d.o. cannons]
you better watch you mouth, fo’ i rip yo face off
and everybody you wit gonna jet the f-ck off
you’s ain’t gangsta, you sweet as ducksauce
d’ plays no games, pop the f-ck off
o’ you want war, everybody gon get clipped the f-ck off
everybody know you block is buzzed off
we got big ball’s, pay off ten fo’ walk with the fifth ball
bangin on crenshaw

[chorus x2]

50 cent? is that what this is all about?
2 punk -ss motherf-ckin quarters!

- ja rule

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